She Hadn’t a Map
She hadn’t a map
and her feet knew only walking
She followed only instinct
the natural reflex
of going home
The sound of her own voice
a faint memory
She used to sing alto
but there are no choirs now
Always startled by unexpected sounds
of other life around her
She coexisted in seclusion
She stared as she passed
nothing was familiar
In the panic of a deep breath
she stopped to rest on a boulder
so perfectly placed
She thought someone might know
her tired body and mind
to place a boulder
like a long lost friend
She wonders how the seasons change
without any noticing
People hardened by cynicism
nothing remains in desolation
The roads have all gone flat
the hills fallen low
The fields produce a dry crop
of weeds and abandoned garbage
She feels it all over again
the fear of only seconds before
A civilization of ruin
victim of its own ambitions
A dog barks over there
she lifts her body
A tail wags, tags jingle
finally a greeting she remembers
before sleep took her
A companion without strings
love without rules
Kris Fisher
©️1996
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Morning
When the morning comes
it’s new life
emerging from the night
of restless dreams
timeless hope
echoing sighs
constant aching
from when there’s no resolution
to where there’s resting
for all that is
all that will be
the future of things
lie in wait
It’s never over
this prayer
for solace in hard things
Each day is an answer
forever sought
in the morning
Kris Fisher
©️2024
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Stinging Skin
Unbelief
your accusations
stinging on my skin
clinging to my sleeve
a heart you disregard
Sensitive
my disposition
hoping for a recognition
groping in the vacuity
written on your face
Vehemence
without release
tapping on my shame
snapping my old bones
Agreeable to only lies
Caustic
acidic temperament
spilling watered down truth
willing only your way
freezing the air between
Insistent
your requiem
bland music to accompany
hands of tight fists
to destroy my words
Constellations
guiding you
confusing a cloudy night
bruising your wrought compassion
dealt not to me
Cheated
releasing control
nothing worthy to grasp
stuffing an overwrought tear
Detriment to my way
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©️2024
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Welcome Home
What do you want
need, desire, hope for
Will it greet you
meet you there
What drives you
to engage, to believe
Is it enough
things are tough
Think about it
consider, contemplate, pray
transforming the air
can you bear
the weight of the ashes
the strength it takes
when everything aches
Will you welcome it
When it comes
KrisFisher
©️ 2023
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Beyond Myself
On wet, rainy days
like today
longing for a warmer breeze
a lighter spirit
I feel nostalgic
for something I never had
Is that normal?
There’s a part of love
that keeps me warm
other parts are colder
colder than you think
I remember the words
that splintered through me
with no regard for my heart
Pushing rude intent
past my other senses
And I’m destroyed
wrecked
defeated
But like the day
it turns over into night
and I rise with the sun
to a place beyond myself
KrisFisher
©️2020
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Even Now
Even on the days
where we lag behind
Even amidst the pieces
of a broken heart
Even in the face of scarcity
where we feel like we’re not enough
Even the water, like flowing rivers
scatters to sea
scatters within us
and without us
fed with our tears
Even in these days
where questions outweigh
doubt finds potential
fear finds a refuge
Even on these days
where the wheel spins
round and around
We are grounded by our faith
lifted by hope
we are moved by love
Even in these days
we find God
KrisFisher
©️ 2020
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Perfect - very well written 🖤